Wednesday, February 25, 2009

deleted my myspace account.
it was pointless to have.

i have a xanga account out there, but haven't checked it or updated it in years. 
if I actually remembered that password, i'd delete it too.

got a tumblr cus I wanted to see what the fuss was about.
I kinda like it.
it's good for my short attention span for blog reading.
tumblr keeps it short and simple.



dang you internet.





Monday, February 23, 2009

It's the end of the world as we know it...

I got a Twitter account.  (abbyschmidt)



To the 5 of you who read this, I haven't posted much cus I have been taking most of my daily pics on my dad's 35mm SLR. Just finished the roll yesterday and haven't had the time to get them developed. So you might be seeing a handful of blurry, way too bright, or way too dark photos on here soon. Or I might have lucked out and done the setting correctly and come up with some decent shots!


P.S. Beth - you need to get a blog... and updating your xanga every 3 months doesn't count. :)

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

#27 - Day 72



Tonight I volunteered at the OETA telethon. 

It was a lot more fun than I thought it would be... there were some awkward bits though... like when the hosts would stand behind me and I didn't know whether to look at the camera and smile (and look like a goofball) or look at the ghetto old computer and pretend like I was taking a pledge... Hello, I wanted to impress the 79 people that were watching. 


Tuesday, February 10, 2009

#27 - Day 71



Tornadoes

Tomorrow's gonna be a busy day. 

That's what you get when your job is effected by the weather. 


Poop.


#27 - Day 70


This girl is at once all the women that broke my heart. 
She is so beautiful and generous and she is asking me to leave because she is dumping me. 
She is dumping me because I am a cheap drug dealer. 
And I am a drug dealer because she wants to leave me.

I drove by this horse 3 times this week... I don't know why, but he reminded me of Golden the Ponyboy. 

I want my own Golden the Ponyboy. 

If anyone were to want to buy me an awesome present, there's your clue!

#27 - Day 69

#27 - Day 68


Do you know what it's like to fall in the mud and get kicked... in the head... with an iron boot? Of course you don't, no one does. It never happens. It's a dumb question... skip it.

#27 - Day 67



if anything were to motivate me to ever want kids, it'd be moments like this. 

Saturday, February 7, 2009

#27 - Day 66




Hooray for not exposing the roll of film this time! 

Thanks to YouTube, I found out how I screwed up the last roll... Funny how the small button on the bottom of the camera can make or break a roll of film!

Fiddling around with my dad's SLR really makes me want to buy a new camera! Love using the 35mm, but buying & developing film can get expensive...


Thursday, February 5, 2009

#27 - Day 65



Peaches come from a can
they were put there by a man
in a factory downtown.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

#27 - Day 64



What happens when you don't wind up film correctly?

You open up the camera and expose the film. Those fabulous photos obtained in the 3 hours spent driving around Oklahoma - Gone. That adorable picture of Brayden sleeping - Ruined. 

You live & you learn, right?

#27 - Day 63

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

#27 - Day 62



I borrowed my dad's old 35mm SLR camera for this week. I love taking photos with it. There's just something about using film rather than going digital... I love the mystery of it all. There's no going back and re-doing a photo until it looks "just right". You just have to cross your fingers and hope for the best. 

I spent a couple hours yesterday driving around rural Oklahoma - from Minco to El Reno - pulling over to the side of the road, walking past "No Trespassing" signs, and walking up and down small town Main Streets snapping photos and experimenting with the different lenses. There were some cool shots, hopefully they turned out as good as I wanted them to.

There was this moment that reminded me of Unphotographable. I was pulling into the VFW parking lot just as an elderly man was getting out of his van. He stood about 5'5", his grey hair pulled into a pony-tail that went past his shoulders. He wore denim cut-off shorts over black tights paired with black high-top converse. He wore a white Steelers jersey on top and had on aviator sunglasses, even though the sun had already begun to set. His late 70s conversion van had flames up and down the side, windows tinted, and "Shaggin' Wagon" written on the side. 

I was really tempted to walk into the building and take candid shots of the veterans as they watched the Super Bowl. If there was one quirky old man there, there had to be more!